When I woke up, I didn't quite know where I was. Then, as I looked around the room and realized I was in a hospital it all came back to me.Well, some of it. I remembered Bobby shoving me away when I tried to give him a kiss. I remembered Bobby yelling at me. Then Nate. Something happened with Nate. Julia was there too. I think. Then Bobby punched me.
No, no it couldn't be.Bobby wouldn't do that. There had to be something else. I had to remember. Remember god damnit, I screamed inside my head.
Just then, I saw Dr.Gregory walk into the room that I was in. "Hello there Mel. Welcome back."
Where was I? Did I die? Oh my god, if I died my mom wold be so upset right now. He has to go tell her I'm alive.
"Was. Was I." I paused."Was I dead."
Dr.Gregory chuckled."No Mel. You were not dead." Then his voice turns serious."You were in a coma Melony."
Oh no! Detention, I have to get to detention. And Nate! I told Nate we could work on the paper tonight. "I have to be somewhere." I sit up right and he rushed over to the bed. He put his hand on my shoulder."You need to lay down."
"But what about detention? What about Nate? I have a paper to write." He looks at me and tells me how I'm suffering from short term memory loss. He explains how the police are going to want a word with me. He asked if I remembered anything at all.
I told him no. I couldn't tell him what I remembered because it makes Bobby look like the bad guy. This was some how my fault I knew it. He let the two police officers into the room. One was older, maybe in his fourties. He had black hair. But,there were a few strands of gray locks within it. Maybe his job was stressful.
The other was younger. Possibly in his twenties. Most likely a rookie. He had shaggy brown hair and brown tired eyes. He looked like he didn't get any sleep last night. I had the urge to offer him this bed to take a nap in. I wouldn't mind, I mean I wanna just get the hell out of here. "Melony Jones," The black haired man spoke."Hello. I'm Detective Morningstar and this is Detective Ross."He gestures to the guy with the tired eyes."He's going to ask you a few questions, and I'm going to let your mother know that your awake. Ok?"
I nod.
Detective Morningstar walked out of the room leaving me with Detective Ross.
"So how old are you twenty, twenty one?" I ask him.
He looks at me."I think I should be the one asking you the questions Miss.Jones. But, I am nine-teen."
"Call me Mel. And I don't remember anything so it's a waist of time to ask me anything."
He pulls a chair from the corner of the room out next to the bed. Before sitting down he asks if I want a drink. I tell him no. That I'm not thirsty. It was a lie of course. "You look tirsty, maybe some apple juice would help that?" He says. He walks over to a mini refrigerator and pulls out a juice box. Sticking the straw in he hands it out to me. I shake my head.
"Have it your way." He puts the straw to his lips and takes a sip of the apple juice. I stare at the golden liquid being sucked up the little red straw. He caught me staring and extended the juice towards me again. This time I took it. It was like heaven in a box. I must've been thirsty because I drank it all within 5 seconds.
"More?"He asked.
"Naw, I'm good."
He took the empty box and tossed it in the trash can. Suddenly I felt pain in my face. It hurt a lot. I gently brushed my hand down my cheek. More pain. It felt swollen. I ran my finger near my mouth, that was swollen too.
"Are you ok?"He asked. "Should I get Dr.Gregory."
"Yes."
He left the room and as swiftly as lighting Dr.Gregory was back in the room with Detective Ross trialing behind him. I didn't understand why there was such a rush. How bad could it be.
"What's wrong Mel ?" He asked.
"My face. It really hurts. And can I use the bathroom?"
"It's just the pain medication wearing off. That's all. Here,"Dr.Gregory walked over to me. "I'll help you out of that bed." He came over to the bed, and I sat up. I put my arm around his broad shoulders and jumped off the bed. Why are they treating me like a child. I'm capable of getting off of a bed myself. "Detective Ross, would you please assist Mel to the bathroom it's across the hall." He left the room. Detective Ross took hold of my arm. Just then I remebered Boby taking hold of my arm the same way and dragging me out of the cafateria in front of everyone. And me smiling like a stupid fool.
I quickly pulled my arm away from him."Don't touch me." I snapped. Surprised at my response he backed away. "I was just helping you out Mel." I calmed myself down."I know. I'm sorry."I left the room and walked across the hall into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I saw a black and blue face staring back at me. My lip had two stitches in it. This was the second set of stitches I had in two days. What is wrong with me? How could I be so clumsy. I looked ugly. Hideous. How could anyone bare to look at me, when I couldn't even bare to look at myself. I tear escaped from my eye, burned my cheek, and rested at my lip. I gently brushed it away. I began to sob and sniffel and my head begins to hurt. I wet a napkin and lightly dab my face. I walk out the bathroom door and back into the room.